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One of the best feelings is when someone understands you without you having to say anything.
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The Last Journey
A slice of life litrpg story... or is it? It's burning slow, though. Moving on: War comes with a great cost. Lives and time wasted for most part. One could either be run with sword, be poisoned, be bowed, and sometimes meet their end with just a tiny speck of wood. With magic, it becomes even more colorful. From lightning, to worse poison, to hovering rocks, to weird bladed leaves, to whipping roots, and to a lot more odd things easily reasoned with magic. A wonderful creation. But once used to something more than wonder, more than tricks to gather laughs, it becomes worse. War becomes worse. For there is not only blood to be spilled. A particular town almost met the same end. Soldiers geared with swrords and bows came with mounts. Horses burning lush grasses as it cracked boulders and the soil alike with every step. The kind that only war ones could ever do. Even strange wheeled creations that oozed danger were towed, loaded with something meant to destroy. But not once had they acted upon what such devices should've done, nor what an an army is supposed to do. Siege never occurred, as much as a command to war. No. Magic existed so a simple little fire is all the worth the town has. No sword drawn, no arrows nocked, nothing. Just some mana spent and through the ash they march. That was how Nudius saw her end. It came not even as a surprise. She didn't have the moment to fully register what occurred before she found herself in an empty dark space. Life lost, time spent. All from a fire that had not even touched her. But she knew very well that it was magic. Something she wished to have and strived for to have. Yet it seemed that none of it would matter now. Nudius was well aware of what the color around meant, of the odd situation, of the unfeeling state of her being. It was death and that was it. She didn't have to worry or dream further. Although there wasn't what she truly wanted in what death to her is, but at least, Nudius was comforted to what she believed death is. Rest. But little did she know there's something more than that empty space. It wasn't only the promise of rest, but was also more than she could ever hope for. Another chance at life. Another chance to dream. ***Tags are there just in case. You never know! Umm... HI-MI-TSU. Story blurb+: This is slow burn, quite slice of life story about a girl learning magic. All the while as she fatten herself up. So yeah, progression fantasy. But there's Litrpg! Numbers! Magic! Spells! And of course! There's something more. But read on ahead, please. Oh yes. Plot! There is, too. Disclaimer: The cover isn't made by me. Just layered it with a text. I got it from a free website, if I correctly recall. I'll see to it. (Haven't worked on it.)
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MAD Wendigo
Eternal youth, the eradication of disease. Researchers believed humanity could ascend to another level of existence with the help of a unique condition. Megalemic Autoimmune Diplioma. But, not long after the MAD-Pathogen was discovered, a mysterious new virus appeared in the general public and began taking lives. With those first deaths, the virus evolved and mutated the recently deceased. It made wendigos. MAD Wendigo chronicles the struggles of those trying to survive amidst the reanimated, man-eating creatures in a harsh changed world.
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The Celestials Prison - Envoy of the Damned
(Trigger warning: Harsh Language, Abuse, Slavery, Excessive Violence, Injustice) The Celestial is a symbol of the divine, a pillar which stretches high into the heavens. It is worshipped for the blessings it brought upon the world; extraordinary power, revolutionary tools, and beings beyond understanding. Bearing its power will not only change your fate, but the fate of the world. Grelt has existed within a struggle for power for over a century. A war between Angels and Demons ravaged the land, but only ended with the alliance between the angels, the hybrids, and the non-unified. The non-unified race did not receive the divine gifts of the celestial, they were not worthy. As beings who were second to the blessing of the Celestial, they have no choice but to bow before the hybrids and angels. It has been a week since the execution of Jacks parents, and he has taken their place as a miner in the small non-unified town of Logos. He is beginning to feel the despair living the rest of his life under the hybrid alliance, and seeks to change the world he was born into.
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Benjamin's Account of Adventures
Benjamin Cruz was an accountant working for Kepper Corporation. He was fired by his boss for his tardiness. When he went to the restroom to clear his mind, the ground shook and found himself in a cave.How did he get there? Why? Where could he be?This is his account of his adventures and misadventures.P.S.: This is my first story in RRL. Sorry if my english was a bit off since it wasn't my first language.
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The Knight's Goddess and The Goddess' Knight
A quasi-quasi Dark Souls fanfiction but not really. Just the setting, and similar tragedies and merry melancholy.A knight has awakened to a mission failed. Setting out to make another attempt, he encounters luck and tragedy alike. A goddess has sensed the reawakening of her most cherished. Having being separated for more than two centuries, she embarks once more to join in the quest.(Also testing out a Silent Protagonist and Gameplay Narration writing style)
8 128 - In Serial5 Chapters
Wiersze i filozofie prof. Roxy Malfoy
W "wierszach i filozofiach" pogadamy sobie o poważniejszych tematach. Poruszę tematy miłości, toksycznych ludzi i innych problemów. A na rozluźnienie będziecie mogli posłuchać np. terenów o RMie (BTS), ale napiszę też mądrzejsze wiersze.Miłej lektury!~Roxy
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